CHAPTER 535: CHAPTER 535

Xiao Caizi’s heart might have been killed by those two words.

At that time, there wasn’t actually a firm decision, and it wasn’t completely certain; Xiao Caizi had only heard a few candidates mentioned by her family.

She didn’t really remember them, only Song Jining, because they had once attended the same middle school and met briefly.

"Song Jining," Xiao Caizi said.

"Hm?" Song Jining’s voice came from the other end of the phone, "What’s up?"

"I’m thinking of coming over to bring you some food," Xiao Caizi said, "I’ve cooked some dishes and stewed a soup, there’s quite a lot, your brother and sister-in-law can have some too."

"My brother was discharged from the hospital," Song Jining said with a laugh in his voice, "and my sister-in-law has spoiled him with her cooking; he’s just waiting for that every day."

"Uh..." Xiao Caizi felt a bit embarrassed.

"But if you’re coming over to bring me food, I’d definitely be happy to eat it all," Song Jining said, seemingly detecting the discomfort in her voice, and so he said this.

In fact, although he and Song Boyuan were cousins, their personalities were truly at opposite ends of the spectrum. Compared to Song Boyuan’s indifference, Song Jining could be considered gentle.

"Then I’ll come over now," Xiao Caizi said.

...

Su Lu watched the woman who was standing at the entrance of the corridor between the outpatient building and the inpatient building, looking dazed.

"Mommy, what are you looking at?" Zhao Xiaole asked, carefully savoring the lollipop he had in his mouth.

"Hm?" Su Lu glanced down at Zhao Xiaole, "Is the lollipop good?"

Zhao Xiaole giggled, "It’s yummy. Don’t worry, I’ll brush my teeth and rinse my mouth properly after I finish it."

Su Lu stroked his head and glanced at Bo Jingshen who was still inside the inpatient building, on the phone, and at the vending machine, getting her a drink.

To Zhao Xiaole, she said, "Lebao, do you remember how to get to your granduncle’s ward?"

"I remember, what’s up?" Zhao Xiaole blinked his eyes curiously at her.

Su Lu thought for a moment and said, "Then why don’t you go and bring granduncle downstairs, alright? The weather outside is nice, the air here is good too, let’s take him out for a walk. You have more sway than Mommy, granduncle adores you, he’ll definitely agree."

Zhao Xiaole puffed up his chest proudly, "Leave it to me!"

He clattered his way into the inpatient building. Bo Jingshen was somewhat surprised to see him come in and looked up towards Su Lu outside the glass door.

For some reason, just by locking eyes with Su Lu, even without knowing what Su Lu intended to do, Bo Jingshen felt reassured.

So when he heard Zhao Xiaole say he was going upstairs to take granduncle out for a walk, Bo Jingshen abandoned the action of continuing to buy drinks and went upstairs with Zhao Xiaole.

Su Lu’s estimation was indeed correct, and in no time, Zhao Xiaole came down pushing Jing Su, just a child and naturally unable to push the wheelchair by himself, but with Bo Jingshen pushing it.

Zhao Xiaole’s role was to coax granduncle down.

After succeeding, he bounced back to Su Lu to report his success, "Reporting to the leader, Xiao Le has honorably completed the mission."

"An excellent student, truly an excellent student," Su Lu stroked his head, "Then just push granduncle over here to enjoy the sun, it’s not too sunny here, and it’s windy, so the air is good."

"Roger that!" Zhao Xiaole clattered back inside, like mommy’s little soldier.

"Granduncle, we’re going out to enjoy the sun," Zhao Xiaole grabbed Jing Su’s hand.

Jing Su smiled and said, "Okay, okay."

Bo Jingshen wheeled him out, and then Su Lu said to Zhao Xiaole, "You stay here and keep your uncle company for a while, Mom is going to the restroom, Dad is off to buy drinks."

"Sure," Zhao Xiaole nodded obediently.

Su Lu turned to Jing Su and said, "Big brother, sit here for a while, the air is nice. Just pretend you’re coming out for a breath of fresh air."

"Okay," Jing Su nodded.

On their way back to the hospital building’s glass door lobby, Bo Jingshen suddenly pinched her nose. "Up to mischief again, huh? Even coaxing Xiaole to be naughty, Su Xiaolu, how come you’re so clever?"

Thinking back to the glimpse of a figure he saw at the end of the corridor earlier, Bo Jingshen asked, "That was Xiao Caizi, wasn’t it?"

"What else?" Su Lu glanced up at him. "Did I eat too much and decide to have Xiaole go up and push big brother down here?"

"It’s just... isn’t it inappropriate? The two of them currently have no relationship with each other," Bo Jingshen still hesitated.

Su Lu raised an eyebrow at him, "Since they’re nothing to each other, what’s the harm? To be honest, if she really feels it’s inappropriate, she will avoid him later. With big brother unable to see right now, taking a stroll and enjoying the breeze, he’s not gonna know what’s appropriate or not."

Bo Jingshen watched her with a helpless smile, "So it’s you being naughty, then?"

"Right, I’m naughty," Su Lu pouted, "Bad women get the love of men."

Bo Jingshen took her to the vending machine to buy her a drink.

Meanwhile, outside, Jing Su was sitting in his wheelchair. The wheelchair was parked under the corridor, which indeed faced the wind, and the cool breeze made him feel utterly pleasant and comfortable.

Jing Su let out a long sigh, as if finally releasing the pent-up gloom in his chest.

Zhao Xiaole, sucking on a lollipop next to him, said to Jing Su, "Uncle, this place is really beautiful. It’s like a... corridor... porch?"

Zhao Xiaole didn’t know what to call this gallery and, after thinking for a moment and still being unable to describe it, just said, "Anyway, it’s like a covered walkway that lets the wind and rain through."

Jing Su chuckled softly at Zhao Xiaole’s words, sounding rather amused.

"Xiao Le, are you trying to say gallery?" Jing Su asked.

"I guess?" Zhao Xiaole nodded, "There are flowers blooming on the beams above."

"What flowers?" Jing Su asked.

Zhao Xiaole wasn’t familiar with many flowers, recognizing a rose was achievement enough for him.

He pondered for quite some time but couldn’t figure out what the flowers were and turned to ask, "Excuse me, ma’am, could you tell me what flowers are blooming on this trellis?"

Jing Su assumed Xiaole was asking a passerby since the gallery was a public place; he thought others would find the breeze pleasant too, so having people around wasn’t strange.

Jing Su tilted his head slightly, waiting for a response.

Zhao Xiaole waited for a while and seemed to not get an answer, so he asked again, "Ma’am, you don’t know either?"

Then, finally, came a reply, soft and faintly trembling, as though it was not, dissipated with the breeze as soon as it came.

"Rose," she said.

The gentle voice was from the other side, in the direction where Jing Su had slightly turned his head... which was wrong.

Jing Su’s entire body stiffened, and he lowered his head.

"Oh! So it’s roses. I’ve heard my mom talk about them before, I just couldn’t remember," Zhao Xiaole cheerfully turned to Jing Su and said, "Uncle, have you seen roses? This place is filled with them, and they’re so pretty."

"Yes, I’ve seen them before, they’re indeed beautiful," Jing Su’s voice was slightly hoarse.